Lin Yu, a poor student, picked up a ring, and an old voice came into his head and said something.
"Don't ascend, it's a trap."
He didn't take it seriously. After all, people who can't even pay their utility bills have nothing to be deceived about. But that sentence stuck into my mind like a thorn and I couldn't pull it out. Later, he slowly discovered that something was wrong with this world - the so-called cultivation of immortals was just a set of programs that had been written long ago. The earth is a testing ground, monks are crops, and the end of ascension is not a fairyland, but a mouth waiting to be harvested.
Others rely on enlightenment for their cultivation, while he relies on calculation for his cultivation. Others spend a lifetime refining a flying sword, but he draws blueprints, runs an assembly line, and sells magic weapons in boxes. While others strive to be heroes alone, he organizes a group of despised losers into an army. The orthodox sect scolded him for breaking the rules, and the outsider evil cultivators said he was even more evil than the evil cultivators. The eye hanging in the depths of the sea of stars finally stared at him and marked him as a virus that must be deleted.
So the temple sent a killer. So the temple sent a fleet.
Lin Yu stood on the interstellar fleet flagship he built with his own hands. Behind him was his aging wife, his comrades who had been with him for hundreds of years, and the entire earth that was waiting for him. In front of us is the enemy that should have come a hundred and twenty years ago. He suddenly remembered the cave, the bones, and the voice.
He said: "I am not an immortal. I am a combat readiness commander."
